So the other night a salesman stopped by the house. He was a recently return missionary using his missionary skills to try and sell me a $1,800 family plan for the cartoon scripture movie things. He was using his soft and soothing voice, you know the one to sound sincere. He was pious and proper and everything good. Then Lindsay comes out of the bathroom singing, "Wiener, wiener, wiener! Wiener, wiener, wiener!" That was too funny.
